"Maybe a dime is not what I was looking for.. Fraulein Jewel." A sly grin reaches turquoise optics, large shoulders shrugging as his hands clasp behind his back. He leans forward to reduce the difference in height. "Getting into? The usual. Grocery shopping, babysitting, doing drag shows at the local club.." A deep chuckle expels from thick lips. "And you, Fraulein, what have you been getting into? Besides making little boys cry.."

Nicolas is texting idly on his phone while the woman stands near the doorway. She is recognized, but the man is just always blatantly rude. She finally speaks, and he finishes his last sentence before he sends a message. He clicks the screen to black. Hazel eyes lift to rest on her. "Jewel. Nicolas. Nico for short. I'm making it as homey as it will ever be, thank you very much." He says this dryly, but he lets a cool smile rest on his lips.

"Thenks f'th'warnin'." It didn't settle her any to hear from a fellow coven mate their Leader was.. a tyrant? Was that what the woman was getting at? "B't ah doub'tha ah'll be makin' any waves." Fiona understands the concept of who is in charge. She's not of this time where people have little idea of what it was like to be in opposing clans and what loyalty truly meant. "As f'r th's Elisa girl, don' threat'n m'with a g'd time."

Standing, staring blankly at her room, Fiona decides maybe before she unpacks her things that she should probably find a few stores to shop for necessary items. She thinks she remembers the way to the exit. Then there are footsteps, new scents. A woman's voice.

Instincts told him to shock the f*ck out of the person that tapped him with his guard up but a rational mind processed the female voice quicker and it prevailed. He looked down at the pale woman and patted his pockets, "Did I? Was it some quids that feel out?" Lucius looked harmless at that moment but secretly he was reading her just in case she proved to be someone targeting him. The man had enemies afterall..

Lucius had been around the block a couple of times now to know he was being followed. Human? Not human? He didn't know yet but as he walked towards the bar he usually frequented as the latest hour of the night he couldn't help but wonder when the person, creature or thing was going to make their move.
He didn't look back or give any indication he knew anything. Tourist acting at its finest. A few more streets to go..

-turns his head as his lollipop is snatched from his hands--is about to lecture a person on manners when he notices it is Jewel--shakes his head- This.. this is why we cannot have nice things.-waves hand at Jewel- She takes everything.

She would never do anything to harm him. It is a sweet thought but even Valentin knows this is a false promise. From personal experience with those closest to his heart. As Jewel chuckles, Valentin falls quiet, slips his phone back into his pocket and adjusts his coat. "Yes, you are very small which, with the youthful appearance of your face, makes you appear young.. and not all models are tall." He limps alongside the young woman lost in thought until her remark regarding 'Butcher Monthly' leaves her lips. While he comes from a long line of true Butchers, it isn't exactly why he is named 'the Butcher'. And this makes his laughter belt out louder, longer this time. Picturing men who make a living off interogating prisoners or persons of interest, oiled up in some deviant type magazine will do that. "I am not sure it would sell many copies Fraulein.. though I do look a bit of a bear, don't I." Rhetorical question, no need to answer that, thank you. Though, he is also reminded of his Liebste's husband and his previous occupation and maybe, just maybe, the girl is onto something. "Do you think it would really sell? Maybe I should invest in a publishing company.."

A wide grin replaces normally stoic mien as Jewel huffs. Her words, he must repress his laughter at them. But it seems she understands he is merely having fun. Still, she places a hand upon his arm and her chin against his shoulder. It is behaviour that might be too casual for their acquaintance. He looks down to her smiling face and gives a small shake of his head. "Do I?" He questions at her statement. What makes her think that is all he is interested in? The one consistent relationship he has had over the years, one would not consider the woman 'pretty'. She isn't attractive in the sense Jewel is. She isn't built like Jewel is. She is the antithesis of Jewel, in fact. Even their personalities vary greatly. Jewel is, however, much more outgoing and friendly than his Liebste ever was. But just as argumentative. "Should I be worried?" He chuckles quietly and pats her hand that rests on his arm. "You do look quite young and I am afraid that certain police agencies might think the wrong thing." A thick brow arches as if to punctuate his statement. "Shall we view them then? Together?" He withdraws the phone from his pocket, presses in his pin.. which he will be changing soon enough.. and looks at the photo. The first, a face shot. He will save that for the contact photo. The second, no. There is more to a woman than cleavage, no matter how nice it might be. He gives her a sideward glance, a cut of a smile and deletes the photo. Certain ladies that are important in his life would question the behaviour as something odd of the Colossus and possibly frown upon it. He is a gentleman, after all. And if any of his men happened to borrow his phone, well, let us just say they aren't as gentlemanly as he and may take it as an invitation. "They were both very lovely Jewel. I think the second is just a bit.. extreme for my liking. But danke, I appreciate the thought." He winks. "You have very lovely eyes and a very pretty face. Have you ever thought of modeling?"

"Ja.. I am good like that." The gravel that is his chuckle quiets as soon as her hand is upon him. And while he is not a fan of people invading his personal space or even laying hands upon him, he allows her this one pass. His phone leaves his person and a single brow arches and when she turns to do whatever she is to do, he contemplates how his phone is not locked. It is always locked. Maybe it had not re-locked after he called himself? Impossible. He hadn't touched the phone. It appears he will need to revist his settings. A flash of light catches turquoise optics, his brow arches higher. She is taking photos of herself with his phone? His forehead creases, brows furrowing over pale eyes as Jewel turns with a smile and relinquishes his phone. "Danke.. though I am afraid of what I might be thanking you for." Mock indignation. "Is that all I am to you? A late night call?" Slips his phone into the breast pocket of his jacket and gives a circle snap. "I am so much more than that! But that is fine!" Turns quickly from Jewel, chin held high as he starts to limp quickly away. "There are others that appreciate who I am on the inside!"

How will he send word to others to prevent Jewel's kidnapping? Simple. "I will have Himmel and Holle bark a message to all the other dogs across town. They will then perfect a plan to keep you safe from any and all kidnappers while I sleep." 101 Dalmations? Why not. He extends his hand and returns Jewel's phone, his other hand falling to rest at his side. "As far as ruining your plans, my apologies Fraulein. Many clients. Much money to be made. I am a very popular person, what can I say?" Not really. Most people do not notice the male or even wish to converse with him. He chuckles. "I know you must be heart-broken by this."

"It is simple really, I will 'put it out there' that no one is to kidnap you during my sleeping hours." His head nods as if he firmly believes it to be truth.. like he has THAT much control. Then she pokes him. POKES him. Pale eyes narrow. "Do not touch what you cannot afford. I am high maintenance." A threat? No. He is simply poking fun since he is 'consistently busy'. He preens and flutters his lashes. "I am not 'easy' so don't think because I gave you my number that you can have your way with me."

The Colossus is almost in tears, laughing at the sheer panic then Jewel's realisation that he had indeed called himself. But now she had his number. As he had intended. He nods his head, laughter quieting. "Ja? I can't promise I will answer." A teasing grin finds his lips as he shrugs. "I am sometimes quite busy then." With torturing people, rescuing drug addled slayers, the usual. "I do not allow my phone to ring. It is on vibrate. So when I do sleep, I can actually rest." He cants his head, appraises the young woman. "But now, if you need help, you can text or call me." That is what friends do no? Give one another their number. "Or if you are bored, I suppose you could 'bother' me then."

He is laughing harder now. The more exasperated Jewel becomes, the more amused Valentin is. Of course he is going to return her phone. After he calls his phone. He presses his number in and then hits call, waving at her the whole time. He is only a few meters away, nothing so great of a distance that she needs to worry about losing her phone forever. As soon as his phone begins to buzz within his pocket, he starts to speak very loudly in the best American accent he can muster. "Yes, is this the police? Yes, I would like to report a crime. There is a very crazy blonde woman here, she is ranting about something. I think she just killed a man. Petite, blonde, very pretty. You cannot miss her." When his phone goes to voicemail and stops buzzing, he hangs up and limps slowly back to Jewel. "Danke, Fraulein."

He accepts the phone she gives him and slips it in his pocket and starts to stroll slowly away. If she does not have a phone, she has no way to call the cab or the alphabet agencies that 'might' be looking for him. Of course he will return it. Maybe. Who is to say that phone theft isn't on his dossier? Murder, arms trafficking, phone theft.. it is a possibility. Valentin is still smiling, his limp not as great as it normally is. "You are quite petite to be knocking me over the head Jewel and I must outweigh you by at least 50 kilos. Plus, I have your phone now." He stops a few meters away and turns to face the woman. "I do not think you'll be calling a cabbie." His smile widens. "And no, I am not judging you."

"It is hard to collect on a reward with no proof or person, no?" His grin widens. He will play along. He pats at his jacket, as if looking for something. "May I borrow your phone, Fraulein? It seems I have left mine at home and I must call one of my friends, he's looking after Himmel and Holle this evening." Cants his head at her question, pale eyes thoughtful as he thinks but still hard on Jewel. Would he judge her? Has he ever judged anyone? He lets peoples actions speak for them. Words are of little consequence with the Colossus. "Who says I am not silently judging you right now as we speak?" Gravel spills from his lips, a deep chuckle to accompany his smile. "No, I do not judge. Have you met Livia? Do you honestly think I could judge anyone being friends with -her-?" Whispers, eyes surreptitiously studying their surroundings. Everything he says is in jest of course. "She bleaches her hair but says she is blonde. Lies I tell you. All lies."

Yes, he is a very large man but he is also sure of foot and quiet when he needs to be. An equally playful smile finds thick lips as he stares down at Jewel. "Doomed? Never. They are too careless to find anything necessary to prosecute." What he really means is that he is simply smarter than the law enforcement agencies that attempt to convict him of anything. But he is careful, as one must be when doing certain illegal activities. "No, I think I did hear you say sweet." His visage is softer than it normally is but Jewel amuses him. She is entertaining. Not boring. He crosses his arms and tilts his head, as if he is thinking. "I could be wrong. It happens sometimes. Rarely. Never."

He stands quiet, still as stone behind Jewel, peeking over the woman's shoulder as she reflects on the poster with his face and name. While he doesn't find the photograph very flattering, it does capture his mohawk quite well and for that he is thankful. "Ja? You think so Fraulein?" A playful grin toys at thick lips. "So now I am sweet?"

-lifts a brow- I do not think you are boring. -shoves hands into pockets with a shrug- Ja.. well, when you try to steal from me, I try to steal from you. -looks at his canines who watch Jewel's retreating back- I do not understand either.. they confuse me too. -limps off-

-furrows brows- Halt..-uncrosses arms- You misunderstand what I say, it seems. I only meant, my opinion in the grand scheme of things is.. nothing. Too many people these days worry about what others think of them. I am just saying, do what it is that makes -you- happy.-feels like a father suddenly- Like I said, I am not well versed in women's feelings. Or anyone's feelings for that matter. -might have heard this from Livia a few times--gives a cut of a smile- Have a wonderful day, Fraulein Jewel. Just Jewel.

-narrows eyes- Am I what?
-laughs quietly- Teasing you?
-nods- Ja.. I am teasing you.
-cants head- Why does it matter if I like you or not Fraulein?
-very confused- My opinion does not matter in the grand scheme of things.
-thoughtful- No one's opinion should matter more than your own, ja?
-crosses arms- I like it better when people do not ask so many personal questions but I suppose it is human nature, to be curious.
-appraises closely- So what is it that you hunt?

-nods- Yes.. but not in jest.
-studies- You look well dressed.. is that a stain on your blouse?
-not serious- You do not love yourself!
-narrows eyes- I think you are the one hiding something! Fraulein 'I can't tell you that'.

-thinks- Yes. I have been called boring.
-listens- Elk.. I believe they are called Moose in the States?
-chuckles quietly- Of course you do. I do not think I know of a woman that does not like spending money.
-knows maybe five women well-
-raises brows- All good things.. I do not drink often however. Or read much. I never go to the cinema. Travel is nice but I do not take many 'vacations'.
-grins- You do not sound boring but I am the wrong person to ask. What do you do on a daily basis? Besides interrogating people.-cheeky grin-

-chuckles- Not much to know really. I am boring. -nods sagely--cants head- The boys are good. They love the snow. They like to hunt.. they do boring things like that with me. -appraises- Are there things you enjoy? Books? Movies? What do girls do?-laughs- My charges like to shop and eat and drink. Other than that I do not know. -is clueless about girl things-

-his dogs?--nods- Very loyal. I was not lying when I said they were butcher dogs. The breed has been used for centuries as herding dogs in Germany. It is said they descend from the dogs that marched with the Roman legions.-smiles- Every one I have had as a comrade has been fiercely loyal. They are silly too. Playful with friends and family. But very suspicious of strangers. Most people fear them when they should not. But I guess canines can be raised poorly too. -shrugs- Rottweilers get a bad reputation from being raised improperly. They are quite intelligent and need proper guidance. Much like children do. They are also very strong. -might be a slight fan of Rottweilers and lack social skills- Sorry, I am very fond of the breed. And do not have many hobbies that allow me to discuss normal things with people.

-furrows brows--watches his compatriots--smiles- That is why they are butcher dogs.-laughs- A person may be willing to rob a butcher but never their dog. Long ago, after a butcher would take their cattle and meat to market, they would tie a pouch around the dog's neck that held the money they made. Rottweilers by nature, are very leary of strangers.-pats both dogs on the withers-

-chuckles- I suppose that is fair. And hopefully one day you find one that suits you.
-looks at the pair of canines- Ja, generally they do. There are times they cannot and then my.. friends.. watch over them at home. -watches in amusement as she extends her hands towards his comrades- They will not bite, Fraulein. Unless I instruct them to do so.

-laughs- You think it is that much of a responsibility? I guess it could be but the rewards of having such friends are so much more than the responsibility. -looks down at the two dogs at his side- Just Himmel and Holle. I sometimes travel too much to have more than them.

-cants head- My family.. it has been a long time Jewel. -nods as if that explains it all- My father is quite old and probably does not remember who I am. My mother passed a long time ago.-changes the subject- Do you have any pets?

-is well versed in anatomy coming from a long line of butchers--nods his head in understanding- I tend to forget most people do not butcher animals themselves. -brows furrow- I am sorry to hear that, Fraulein. My condolences. -presses lips together in thought- I would say that my family wasn't fond of me leaving at a young age. Germany was a very different time then. I wanted to see what the world had to offer.

-lip twitches a smile when she says 'people'--cants head when she says he has the strength to hack people to pieces- Ja? If you were well versed with anatomy, it doesn't take much to take an arm or leg off an animal. A few quick slices through tendons and ligaments.. -shakes his head- Nein, I haven't seen my family in years. -grins- You? Do you have family you are close with?

-gives a slight bow at the waist as he accepts her hand- It is very nice to make your acquaintance Jewel. Just Jewel. -smiles, until it reaches his eyes- Mees-nik.. means Butcher. -should probably stop giving his Russian alias since people have difficulty pronouncing it- I come from a long line of butchers.-points to his compatriots- Rottweilers are a tradition as well.

-shakes his head- Nein.. there are times that I am simply busy and do not have time for idle chit chat.-sounds callous but isn't- That may not have translated so well from my brain to my tongue. -lacks people skills- -appraises- I do not think we've been properly introduced, Fraulein. -extends a calloused hand- I am Valentin. Most refer to me as Myasnik.

-raises brows- No need to apologise, Fraulein.
-ponders- I am just.. set in my ways? I am generally not questioned so much. Except by police.
-studies- I have very little interaction with women. I have generally been a.. guardian? Maybe that is the best way to put it.
-is not used to 'normal' women, see: Livia and Adara-
-laughs quietly- I lack patience but I am honest.

Ja.. That is my thought on the subject. I am not worried about it.-raises brows, amused smile- Ja.. even if you were attempting to get out of trouble I could resist. -tips head to the side, stern face- Do you want to be?

-goes to speak, closes his mouth with a sigh- I think maybe the better question is, what didn't they think I did?-brow furrows- Racketeering, fraud, arms trafficking, theft, murder.. It is a very long list. -chuckles- And you, Fraulein? Have you any run-ins with any agencies?

-chuckles- Ja.. well.. they think I have been involved with illegal activities. -shrugs- But that is what happens when they 'think'. Your original question? About having your eyes checked? -angelic smile- It's quite big.

-nods- Correct, you do not know me.
-grins, the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes- We are all liars at some point in time, Fraulein.
-gives a small salute- It was a pleasure conversing but I must return to my duties. Hab einen schonen Abend.